#hornyramble

[suggestivevibes]

what’s a boy gotta do to get tied up and edged till he’s crying around here?

[f1shpup]

being a tguy with a cis bf makes me feel like i’m living out my omegaverse fantasy and it’s soo hot hhh i love being a tiny fuckable omega who’s nightly routine is getting a litter pumped into his pussy by his alpha ໒꒰ྀི ⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ა i’m made for breeding

[notsominx]

3:14 AM and I’m thinking of…pantie rubbing.

Especially with Gojo. Idk he gives me the vibes.

He’ll rubs you through your panties, loving the way the wet patch grows. Knowing that he can be the only one to do this to you. Rubbing and pinching you clit, just to watch your body jerk.

You were so needy and want to cum but he doesn’t let you. “Tch..such a needy girl~” He taunts you, pushing his fingers into your pussy as all as pushing your panties into you. He’s hard watching you cunt clenching the wet cloth.

You were desperate for him and he liked that. “Mm..you’re going to ruin these one..don’t do that~” he teased, slowly spitting over your panties.

A/N: Another rant, this time I was thinking of Gojo but as I’m done, this is totally a Keaya thing too.

[tuesdaysaresad]

Little Flower

Warnings:+18.Male masturbation.Poisoned food.Aphrodisiac

A/N: How a comment between friends ended in this, I don't know.🫠

Willy has traveled a lot, for years, perhaps.

And among the search for flavors, he has undoubtedly found plants and animals… worthy of study. Thus, we found him in the jungle somewhere in the Amazon. His eyes, always curious and mischievous, went to the rhythm of his heart and his feet.

He was advancing between exotic trees, full of strange fruits, when he noticed an unpleasant puncture in his ankle. He let out a small scream, more out of surprise than pain, always regretting being so distracted. At his feet, he quickly identified the prickly bush that had injured him. And most surprising, intertwined between the long spikes, some small violet flowers with a scrawny appearance.

Willy stared at the little flower, always attracted by the smallest and most delicate things, knowing that perhaps the little one contained a flavor according to its beauty.

The little thing seemed to sigh when Willy plucked it, holding it between two fingers. Willy was daring, and without fear, he put it on his tongue.Tasting it.

A minute passed, tortuously. Well, it didn't seem to be poisonous. Willy sighed in relief.

The small flower did not have a specific flavor, perhaps it could distantly remind him of vanilla. Always using his daring, Willy swallowed. Sometimes, the smallest elements unleashed their magic if they could be swallowed….

Nothing, for now. Time passed slowly, very slowly…..Willy began to ramble. He used to have an easy time getting lost in his thoughts.And now.....Yes, he thought,he felt good.Hell, he even felt calm, suddenly happy to be there, alive. Despite the heat.Standing there, waiting for something unknown. What peace he began to feel. Even joy. Waves of pride……happiness.

And despite a few small beads of sweat that began to form under the curls on his forehead.

But what?

Willy raised his eyebrow, when he determined that the sensation was beginning to be excessive.

But too late to spit , the tranquility and light pleasure turned off the natural alarm in Willy.Because slowly the feeling of peace transformed into an even more intense heat, and a wave of sudden pleasure. His tongue and mouth began to fill with saliva, and a light musky taste. A delicate tingling ran down his abdomen, as he remembered the almost forgotten touch of soft, moist lips on his own.

He almost moaned, when he felt a waterfall of erotic thoughts accumulate in him, and an uncontrollable feeling of warmth, a tingling, that slid through his chest, through his navel, whips of pleasure in his balls.. He longed for a tongue on his lips, others lips on his neck,hands opening his shirt, and gently biting his nipples…

Wllly moaned loudly, beads of sweat slipping through his curls, forcing him to drop his explorer hat.

Shit,he wanted to rip off his clothes,having to lean against a nearby tree, while his breathing accelerated. His lips, his nipples, his anus, became extremely sensitive. God.

Invisible fingers went down his back, and swirled around his cock, making him rock hard in seconds,an almost painful erection, wetting him with abundant precum.

Quickly he opened his pants.

That innocent-looking flower made him feel on fire, impossibly increasing his orgasmic pleasure.He thought about the last woman he had fucked and, damn, and only the distant memory made him squirm. How he wanted a woman beneath him, pulling his curls and gasping his name, while he held her hips, entering her.Keeping her thighs open for him…...

"Fuck" He exclaimed, while spitting on his own cock, to masturbate faster,sighing at the memory of that soft and wet cunt.

Wllly felt like he could fuck for hours, for days....Scratching the tree, he came once, twice, masturbating furiously, watering the thorny plant with strips of white semen, purer than sugar.

His legs failed, causing the guy to fall on the wet floor, while his erection continued to torture him, and made him unable to do anything but masturbate, between painful moans. Dirty like the worst teenager, Willy opened his sweat-wet shirt and came on himself, watching how his own semen gushed out like a fountain. His cock seemed to scream from overstimulation the last time he came, and although his shots could no longer get close to his mouth, he still tried to aim at his parted lips.

His moans and cries filled the small gap in the forest, until they finally died out.

"shit"

Willy thought about what a mess he was at that moment. It took him many minutes to collect his thoughts. My God, he looked at the plant with the devilish flowers, those little things were devastating.

He ran his fingers over his chest, tasting his own semen,bringing his fingers to his mouth.No, the taste of his semen was the same as always. His head fell, tired. He was too exhausted......

He had to fill his bag with those little things. Yes, he had a lot left to do in his portable factory….

[strivingtofall]

Wish I had a sweet little thing to collar, dress up and show off.

Take them to the bookstore.

Take them to the good coffee shop.

Take them to the workshop downtown and use them as practice.

Anywhere I take them, they will be dressed in whatever fashion best fits their collar for that day.

[suggestivevibes]

late night tboy activities

he/him

18+/minors dni

[tuesdaysaresad]

There is something here. Something that happens before a battle, before an announced ending.

Feyd undresses Paul and devours his mouth, while ripping off his stillsuit. Feyd pulls his hair and makes him moan in pain, while he runs his tongue down his throat.

Sweet sweat.

Feyd smiles, evil, his teeth barely scratching the soft skin. He will throw his opponent to the ground, only to turn him around and raise his hips, while Paul buries his face in the rustic fabric, wanting, wanting this so much.

Feyd wants to make him scream, and he won't stop causing those cries......

Those that don't exist when Paul sleeps with Chani.

For @bvbjunkie